“If you get the slightest chance, put a bullet in his head, you hear me?” A deafening silence settled on Liam’s shoulder like an iron curtain. Larsen had never asked something like that. Had he even heard it right? “Sir?” “I meant it the way you think I did,” Larsen confirmed, not even blinking. There was something raw in Larsen’s voice. Something Liam couldn’t place.